Without Blame

Your glance melted into a touch A touch, to a sweet-as-honeysuckle kiss A glance, for me, never amounted to much Until I found, with you, it amounted to pure bliss. I’ve never tasted a kiss so sweet Nor felt lips with intents so pure So softly, the longing creeps in when ours meet My longing for our love to endure Your heart I hold in my hands But your first priority is my soul When my hourglass runs out of sand I hope I draw my last breath in your arms’ hold. The love our eyes hold is full of shame, But our hearts house love without blame.

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